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Backfired Days
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Wishing that your hair was golden
With light and rain
She's waltzing through the night and as the music flows
I see her still smile your nanme
Do you think I floated?
Do you think I noticed
The colours of her hair?
Maybe I'm just sleep-sighing, she says
It's awfully cold for May.
She's walking through the night and as the evening slows
I'd rather be near than stay.
Do you think she noticed?
I think she's floating
On circles in the air
You think she's flying?
I think she's trying what you, cause
In a space as round as the moon,
We're sitting on a backfired day
And in place of icicle tunes
I'm hearing you call
Wishing that the light was frozen with signs of day
She's wandering through the night and in the dimming glow
We're watching her walk away
Do you think I floated?
Do you think I noticed
the colours of her hair?
In a space as round as the moon,
We're sitting on a backfired day
And in place of icicle tunes
I'm hearing you call her name
But if the landing softens the fall
And you'll tell me that I'm not to blame
Then I'll come down from the moon.
I'm thinking of silver moths on the wind
But freedom means she's on the outside
And yet I know that the thoughts that both of you bring
Are sitting in the backlight.
In a space as round as the moon,
We're sitting on a backfired day
And in place of icicle tunes
I'm hearing you call her name
But if the landing softens the fall
And you'll tell me that I'm not to blame
Then I'll come down from the moon.
From the moon...